Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

Its daybreak.

Dark clouds covered the sky above Changjin Lake.

Temperature: -42 degrees Celsius.

This is an extreme low temperature that can freeze steel and turn a living person into an ice sculpture.

In the command post, Zhao Gang looked at the combat orders in his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Orders from above: At 3 PM today, launch a general offensive against the U.S. 1st Marine Division."

"Objective: Hold off the enemy at all costs to buy time for the main force to encircle them!"

His voice was hoarse, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"But damn it... the American firepower is too strong. I don't know how many more good men will be lost in this battle."

He Yuzhu stood to the side, eyes downcast, not uttering a word.

The "King of Soldiers Engine" in his mind was frantically analyzing the battlefield situation at a rate of billions of times per second.

"Chief of Staff Zhao," He Yuzhu suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but unusually clear.

"explain."

"I have an idea."

Zhao Gang looked up at him.

"speak."

He Yuzhu walked to the map and precisely pointed his finger at a point behind the US military position.

"The US military's supply line is here."

"We'll shut it down; they'll panic on their own without us even having to fight."

Zhao Gang's brows furrowed instantly.

"You want to lead men to infiltrate behind enemy lines?"

"Yes."

"Nonsense!" Zhao Gang shook his head decisively. "That's deep inside American territory, guarded by at least a battalion! Going there would be suicide!"

He Yuzhu didn't refute him, but just looked at him quietly.

Give me thirty brave men, and I can do it.

Zhao Gang was stunned.

Thirty men? To wipe out a supply line guarded by a full-strength battalion?

Is this kid crazy, or does he really have the audacity to defy the heavens?

But when he met He Yuzhu's calm, unwavering eyes, a strange sense of trust welled up within him. This kid really is just like Old Li; he might actually be able to create a miracle!

"Fine!" Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on the table. "I'll give you thirty elite troops!"

"But you have to promise me you'll come back alive!"

He Yuzhu stood at attention, giving a standard military salute.

"Mission accomplished!"

One o'clock in the afternoon.

He Yuzhu led thirty soldiers, like a group of white ghosts, silently disappearing into the swirling snow.

These thirty men were the best soldiers selected from among the best in their respective units, including veterans like Wang Dazhuang and Liu Ergou who fought alongside him.

He Yuzhu took the lead and walked at the very front.

At this moment, he had completely become the master of this icy world.

For him, the extreme cold of minus forty-two degrees Celsius was no different than being in an air-conditioned room.

This is the domineering nature of "absolute zero resistance".

Five kilometers, ten kilometers, fifteen kilometers...

They perfectly bypassed the main US positions, like a scalpel, precisely reaching the vicinity of the supply line.

He Yuzhu lay down behind a snow slope and raised his binoculars.

In the distance, a dozen military trucks lined up on a makeshift road, slowly approaching, fully loaded with ammunition and supplies.

The convoy was escorted by a reinforced platoon, consisting of more than fifty American soldiers.

He Yuzhu put down the binoculars and turned around to make a gesture.

"Prepare for battle."

His voice was extremely low, yet it carried an undeniable murderous aura.

"Remember, we're here to deliver packages. Quick and decisive, leave no survivors!"

"yes!"

The soldiers' eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they quickly dispersed and occupied advantageous positions on both sides of the road.

The convoy was getting closer.

500 meters.

Three hundred meters.

One hundred meters!

"beat!"

At He Yuzhu's command, thirty rifles roared simultaneously!

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of bullets instantly enveloped the convoy!

The cab windows of the two leading trucks shattered instantly, and the drivers were riddled with bullets! The trucks went out of control and plunged into a snow ditch by the roadside.

"Enemy attack!"

American soldiers yelled and jumped out of the truck, relying on it to return fire.

"Da da da!"

The dense flames intertwined instantly, and the battle immediately intensified.

However, He Yuzhu didn't even bother to find cover and was launched out like a cannonball!

The terrifying speed granted by the [Tiger and Wolf Body] made him leave a trail of afterimages amidst the hail of bullets!

An American soldier who was about to open fire suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and an iron fist was already imprinted on his face.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely! The American soldier's face collapsed on the spot, and he flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily into the truck bed and dying instantly.

Another American soldier pounced from the side, brandishing his bayonet and stabbing He Yuzhu hard in the lower back!

Without turning his head, He Yuzhu grabbed and twisted with his backhand!

"Snap!"

He actually twisted the steel bayonet in half!

He followed up with a powerful whip kick, striking the soldier squarely in the chest. The soldier's breastbone cracked with a sickening sound, and he fell to the ground, spitting out blood and foam. He twitched twice and then went still.

Five seconds, two people!

He Yuzhu has gone completely berserk!

He was like a prehistoric beast that had broken into a sheepfold; his fists were more deadly than bullets, and his speed was faster than lightning!

Wherever it went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air!

Wang Dazhuang and the others were completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! This isn't human! This is a god of war descended to earth!"

Ten minutes later.

The battle is over.

On the highway, more than fifty American soldiers perished.

More than a dozen trucks, along with their full loads of supplies, were blown up into a sea of ​​fire.

He Yuzhu stood in the middle of the road, covered in blood, exuding a menacing aura.

He looked up at the main U.S. military position in the distance, where alarms were blaring and chaos reigned, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

If the supply lines are cut off, what will you use to fight?

"Captain...you fucking...you're a monster!" Wang Dazhuang ran over, his tongue slurring, and in the end he could only give a thumbs up.

He Yuzhu didn't say anything, threw away the empty rifle in his hand, and turned around.

"withdraw."

Thirty-one figures vanished once again into the vast snowfield, leaving behind only a scene of devastation and a burning inferno.

It was exactly 3 p.m.

The bugle call for the final assault resounded through the sky!

"Charge!"

The sound of artillery fire was deafening. Countless Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers roared as they rushed out of their bunkers and surged toward the American positions like a tidal wave.

The American machine guns and artillery rained down like madmen, and soldiers fell like wheat in droves, but not a single one retreated even half a step!

Just then, He Yuzhu and his thirty men, like a red-hot dagger, plunged fiercely into the flank of the American troops!

He charged ahead, and with each burst of his rifle, an enemy would inevitably fall, struck between the eyebrows.

His figure flickered across the battlefield like a ghost.

The American soldiers were terrified and screamed when they saw his figure reaping lives.

"Tiger! It's the Tiger!"

tiger!

This Chinese soldier is an unstoppable tiger!

He Yuzhu kicked open a machine gun emplacement, where three American soldiers had just turned their guns around.

He didn't even bother to look, rolled to dodge the gunfire, and threw a grenade in with his other hand.

boom!

The bunker, along with the three people inside, was sent flying into the sky.

He was a heartless killing machine, efficient and deadly!

Wherever they went, the American lines crumbled, and soldiers fled in terror, crying out for their parents.

Inspired by their leader's divine might, Wang Dazhuang and the others roared with excitement, their fighting power exploding!

These thirty men managed to tear a bloody hole in the steel defenses of the US military!

The main force seized the opportunity and rushed in!

The bloody battle lasted for a full three hours.

Ultimately, the US defenses collapsed completely, forcing a retreat.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army successfully captured the front-line positions!

Night falls.

The soldiers cleaning up the battlefield walked silently among the corpses and shell craters.

He Yuzhu sat on the edge of a shell crater, wiping his rifle. His cotton-padded coat was soaked in blood and frozen into a hard "blood armor," making it impossible to tell whether it belonged to the enemy or himself.

"Captain, have some water." Wang Dazhuang handed over a water bottle.

He Yuzhu took it; the water inside was almost frozen solid, but he didn't care and chewed on the ice crystals before swallowing.

Wang Dazhuang plopped down next to him, his face full of admiration: "Captain, you're absolutely amazing today! I saw those Americans, they were scared out of their wits by you."

They all call you "Tiger".

He Yuzhu remained silent, simply gazing at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, their colors illuminated by the gunfire.

There, even more battles await him.

"He Yuzhu!"

Zhao Gang's loud voice grew louder as he approached.

He Yuzhu stood up and turned around.

Zhao Gang strode over, his face filled with barely suppressed elation, and slapped He Yuzhu on the shoulder.

"You little rascal, you've done me a tremendous favor again!"

"Headquarters just called, specifically commending you! They said you led the team to cut off the American supply lines and are the key contributor to the success of this general offensive!"

"The higher-ups have decided to award you a first-class merit!"

He Yuzhu saluted, his voice calm: "Serve the people."

Zhao Gang slapped his thigh, grinning from ear to ear: "Good lad! He's fucking my lucky charm!"

He paused, then leaned closer mysteriously.

"By the way, the Americans gave you a nickname, and it's spread all over the front lines."

"What?"

"A tiger!" Zhao Gang enunciated each word clearly, his eyes gleaming. "They say that when you fight, you're like a tiger that has descended from the mountain!"

"I've consulted with headquarters! From today onwards, your code name will be 'Tiger He'!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield all stopped what they were doing and shouted in unison!

"He Laohu!"

"He Laohu!"

"He Laohu!"

The shouts, like a roaring mountain, echoed under the cold night sky, filled with the most primal awe and worship.

He Yuzhu faced everyone's gaze with a somber expression.

But in those unfathomable eyes, a flame ignited.

He Laohu.

That's a good name.

He accepted it.

From this day forward, he will be the one who strikes fear into the hearts of all his enemies—Tiger He!